Storytelling Game 3

[Collin]

Okay, here they are. The same rules as last time, but this time you should write your stories in the forum. It's in the Open Games forum, so you don't have to be a member to play. The voting thing that I thought I might be able to use only allows for eight things to be voted on, so I'll still have to run that the same old way. Start your stories off with your initials and the number of the story, same as before.

Also, Derek pointed out that he may have been sabotaging himself by writing more than one story, but I feel that by allowing people to vote on four stories instead of just one that offsets any advantage lost by writing more than one.

Under
Marry
Kitten
Milk
Meat

Have fun!

(And yes, these words were chosen totally at random. Kitten being there is a coincidence.)

[dknight818]

DK1
"YOU WILL MARRY LORD BURTON" the father bellowed at his daughter, before forcing her head under the water once more. As she thrashed about, struggling against the sheer weight of his grasp, he calmly reflected on the many times that he had to intervene in her life, simply for her own good. Forcing her to marry a very successful, if not dashing, landowner was a minor event by comparison. "Any woman in the village would be overjoyed to simply serve as this man's housemaid," he thought to himself. This childish struggle against his will was baffling to say the least.

A commotion upriver brought his thoughts back to the present. As he turned, he saw a small kitten floating towards him, struggling against the current and mewing frantically. This lone feline was followed closely by a large burlap bag, bound securely at the top. The bag itself seemed to be pulsing and struggling against the river, fighting it's fate to the bitter end. The old man smiled a knowing smile. These were surely the cats that he had disposed of earlier in the day. How ironic that they would all met again in this manner, he mused.

After joyfully watching those horrid little animals drift off toward certain doom, he turned his attention back to the task at hand. It was now painfully obvious, however, that his daughter's thrashing had ceased. Her body was limp and her face was frozen in an expression of horrific torture. "Damn those cats," he thought. "NOW who can I marry off to Lord Burton?" Saddened by his error, he gathered his daughter's lifeless form in his burly arms and slowly carried her back to their modest dwelling. He laid her carefully on her bed, lovingly smoothed out her hair and clothing and slowly closed the lids of her beautiful blue eyes. Knowing that he would need strength for what lie ahead, he set about preparing himself a meal of boiled meat and goat's milk. Once his hunger was sufficiently suppressed, he set to the task of fashioning a very large burlap bag...

[jenn]

JS1
He reached under her and caressed her nipples between his fingers. His hands were gentle as they stroked and teased her, and she moaned softly at the pleasure it brought. He looked over at her big brown eyes, "you are a beautiful girl" he told her, as his hands moved about her body. She was almost there just a few more strokes, and he would be finished. He heard the kitten purring loudly now, as if it were begging for some milk, and then she was finished. She had given him all she had. "Damn cat you better not knock over the bucket again" he yelled. Then he picked up the bucket of milk, and turned to leave the barn. He could smell meat cooking on the grill, and knew he should hurry. He still couldn't believe today was the day he would marry the woman of his dreams.

[Justin]

It took me a bit to get that, Jenn, but damn it was twisted.

JK1
She writhed under him. "I want you to marry me," she gasped, squeezing his meat for its milk.

"But we are married," he panted. Realization dawned. "Oh, you naughty little sex-kitten! You mean to each other!"

[jenn]

Justin,
There is nothing twisted about it at all. It was a completely innocent story about a man milking a cow, what is so twisted about that?

[Justin]

Jenn--exactly.

JK2
I chuckled helplessly. "That kitten trounced you," I told Kahnrad, giggling now. "When a girl beats 'The Fearsome' in a drinking contest, there's only one thing you can do. Marry her."

"Don't push your luck, Mace," rumbled Kahnrad, his head in his hands.

We'd moved inside to a booth, but Kahnrad was still feeling under the weather from his bout last night. That's what'll happen when you drink three pints of the Milk of Demons, a drink made from coconuts. Well, mainly coconuts.

"Tell you what, Kahnrad. After we have a bite, let's go bust unlicensed prostitutes on Broad Way. Eh?"

Kahnrad raised his gaze, with difficulty. "Sure," he said. "I'll meet the meat."

[Collin]

CB1
We met under the the trees on a moonless night, Marry and I. She spelled her name "Marry" rather than "Mary" because she was a bit daft. But I loved that about her! I figured her daftness would make the night interesting. And boy did it!

But not quite how I expected.

When I found Marry she was kneeling at the foot of a dark tree holding a saucer of milk and making mewling noises.

"Marry!" I said, because that's her name. I swear it is. "What are you doing? Do you realize what time it is? We're going to be late for the...party...thingie." I'm soooo smooth! That's why she loved me.

"Theodore!" she said, because that's my name. Would I lie to you? You've gotta trust me or I'll never finish this story.

Now where was I. Oh yeah, "Theodore! You startled me, sweetie-love-button!

"There's a poor little kitten stuck in this tree and I'm trying to coax him down with this milk, but he won't budge. I can hear him purring though."

"But honey-sugar-thighs," I whined in a masculine tone, "we're going to be laaaate!"

"I'm sorry Theodore, but I will not go to a party and leave a poor little kitten in a tree. I just won't."

I bowed my head in surrender. I knew when she used THAT tone that we would be here all night if we couldn't get the fucking cat out of the tree. Goodbye party... thingie! Hello long night in the damp meowing into a tree!

I just couldn't let that happen. No way. I took the saucer from her hands and held it up higher in the tree.

"Let me do this. I have a way with kitties," I said with a smile.

Then everything went black.

The next thing I knew I was standing on a cloud in front of a shiny gate with an old bearded dude staring at me like he knew me or something.

"What the fuck?" I yelled out to nobody in particular.

"Indeed Theodore," the old guy said. I guess he DID know me, but I would swear I never met him before.

"I have four things to tell you, my son. First, you'll be missing your party. Second, she spells her name "Mary". Third, that wasn't a kitten looking for milk, it was a cougar looking for meat. And fourth, you're just visiting."

[Heather]

The archway was blanketed with flowers; carnations, roses, lilies...you name it and he had made sure they were added to the bouquet. After all, it was a special day and he had the power to get anything he wanted. The heat was causing them to start to droop, however and she realized that she was commiserating with the blossoms. She felt as if she were wilting standing under the archway, waiting for the ceremony to start. It didn't help that she was dressed all in black.
She stood at the altar next to the man she was pledged to. If there was something she could do to get out of it, she would but there was nothing. She was all out of miracles now. There was no choice but to marry this man.
Focus on why you're doing this. It's for a good cause, she told herself as he grasped her hand in his. It was sweaty and rough and the touch of his skin made her stomach churn. There was an odor in the air that didn't help her feel any better; she couldn't quite place it. Was it sour milk? Rotting meat? Both?
"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband," the preacher asked. She looked up at him, focusing on him for the first time. He didn't look like your normal man of the cloth, she realized with his spiky green tinted hair and the dog collar around his neck. Huh! He looks like Joe Strummer. She fought an overwhelming urge to bust out singing "Should I Stay Or Should I Go" and said instead, "I do."
"And do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
"With the power vested in me by the dark lord, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." She knew she was supposed to turn and face her new husband, receive his kiss but her feet were rooted in place. How could she bring herself to kiss him?
"Come, kitten, you're my bride now. Give me a kiss." Biting her bottom lip to stifle a whimper, she turned towards him. She saw his bottomless black eyes, his thin red lips, the thin black mustache...Oh, God! Was that a maggot that just crawled out of his nose? "You're mine forever now. There's no turning back," he whispered to her, drawing closer to her lips. "One kiss and his soul is free. One kiss is all it takes."
She closed her eyes, sent a silent prayer of love to Alex, the one she should have been marrying, and hoped that he would understand why she did what she did and forgive her. When she felt the cold lips on hers, she swallowed a gag and made herself believe she was kissing Alex, that it was his arms pulling her closer.
I'll love you forever, Alex, she vowed to herself. Forever.

[Heather]

Rules? What rules? That last story was HB1.

[jenn]

Yeah Heather I missed you!

[Tricia]

TW1
He makes his way through the kitchen; he had come through the back door in hopes of not making noise and waking her up.

As he passes, he sees the dinner she made for him last night. The meat and potatoes are stuck to the plate like they have been frozen in time.

He has an ominous feeling, a feeling of complete loneliness. He sees the baby’s bottle lying under the sofa. The milk inside has gone sour. He knows she must have left sometime during the night.

Probably right around the time that he was having his last drink at the bar.

It wasn’t his first ‘mistake’, sometimes when he went out with the guys he would meet a woman, nothing serious, just shoot pool or whatever, but by the time the booze got the best of him, he had no willpower to say no.

Then he would come slinking home and she would meet him, eyes filled with tears and a million accusations.

He half falls onto the couch, still reeling from the night before.
He picks up his little girl’s stuffed kitten and lays his cheek against it.
It has her sweet baby smell.

He hangs his head and lets the tears come.

She was the only woman he ever wanted to marry.
He can’t live without her.

[Tricia]

I guess we no longer have to abide by the 1000 character rule?
Some of you have like a gazillion words, give or take a few.

Damn shame,
Derek's best stories are usually only half stories.
I love the suspense!

[Tricia]

Collin,
will you please just get laid.

Your chinchilla (Theodore) almost ran over my daft kitty (Marry)!

[Heather]

Aww...Jen, I feel so loved!

What's with the stars? I want a lot of pretty stars like Collin has!

[Tricia]

You must pet Collins chinchilla to get stars.

(I don't think he really has a *chinchilla*)